The Marshal's Wife is Wild-Chapter 70 - 69 Oh no something bad happened again

Nonetheless, the balance in her account wasn’t much either.

After the next batch of medicine sales went through, she planned to buy herself a flying vehicle first.

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The Sixth Army Corps’ garrison

“Zhao Qian, wait a moment.”

Just as Zhao Qian stepped out of the office, he was stopped by his regiment commander, somewhat confused.

Feng Lin walked up to him, patting Zhao Qian’s shoulder casually, “The Energy Liquid you gave me last time, get me a few more bottles.”

“Ah? What Energy Liquid? When did I give you Energy Liquid?”

Zhao Qian’s face was a picture of bewilderment, completely unable to recall such an event.

“Just the other day, during the internship for the graduates, the two bottles I took from your desk.”

After being reminded like this, Zhao Qian remembered.

“Where did you buy that medicine? Tell me, I want to get some for myself.”

Such a good medicine; if used properly, it can double the efficacy. It would be best to stock up several large boxes of it.

Zhao Qian felt uneasy under his own regiment commander’s gaze and took a half-step back before replying, “None left. That was given by an intern from the First Military Academy during their internship. Just two bottles, and I’ve given both to you.”

“Is the effect really that good?” Zhao Qian was skeptical.

He had thought it was some off-brand Energy Liquid, unlabelled, and he hadn’t paid it much attention.

Feng Lin nodded gravely.

“The effect is better than the supplies provided by our legion. I’ve never seen any medicine that could restore so much spiritual power—it’s almost half of my peak condition.”

Zhao Qian was startled, half of his spiritual power restored!

What did that mean?!

He knew that once spiritual power was consumed, it was challenging to recover in a short amount of time. The quality of the Energy Liquid supplied by their military was already considered top-notch, but it could only restore about 10% of spiritual power and was mainly used for physical recovery.

Moreover, this stuff couldn’t be used excessively. Only three bottles a day, or it could damage the Spirit Sea.

With continuous consumption over a short period, the effect would diminish.

Never did he imagine that an intern who seemed so unremarkable could produce such quality goods, and judging by his attitude at the time, it appeared as if Energy Liquid was nothing out of the ordinary for him.

“I’ve added him on my optical brain, I’ll ask if he has any left,” Zhao Qian said, a tad excitedly.

“Also, ask him where he bought it. Be polite,” Feng Lin instructed.

Seeing Feng Lin attach such importance to it, Zhao Qian promptly agreed.

Zhao Qian had only taken a few steps before turning back, rubbing his hands together and smiling obsequiously, “So boss, since you used such precious Energy Liquid of mine, isn’t there some compensation for me?”

Feng Lin huffed lightly, “With such a treasure in hand, you didn’t think to offer it to your superior proactively, and you’re asking for compensation?”

Zhao Qian realized he had no chance, turned his head, and muttered disdainfully, “If I’d known they were so effective, would I have let you have them for such a cheap price?”

Though Feng Lin didn’t hear exactly what Zhao Qian was muttering, he could tell by his expression that it was nothing nice. He gave him a sharp look: “Looking for a fight, are you?”

“How could I? I’m off to do some real work now.” He lifted his foot and headed back to the office.

Meanwhile,

Xu An, sitting on the spaceship arranged by the school to return to the institution, showed no surprise at the incoming communication. Instead, he felt an inevitable sense of this moment would come eventually.

The day after he completed the mission and was resting midway, he drank the Energy Liquid and realized, “Oh no! Trouble again…”

He also profoundly understood something—one should never casually give away any medicinal concoctions his sister gave him, even if she claimed they were worthless.

When Xu An answered the communication, he heard an excited voice from the other end, “Xu An, have you guys returned to the academy?”

“On the way,” answered Xu An.

“Seems like you have quite a distance to go back,” Zhao Qian tried to make conversation.

Xu An sighed and said candidly, “Deputy Commander Zhao, do you need something? Just be straightforward.”

“Ahem!” Zhao Qian, feeling exposed, coughed awkwardly.

“Haha, I just wanted to ask if you still have some of that concoction you gave me before?”

“No more left.” Xu An had his answer prepared and said it very decisively.

Even if there was some, he would say there wasn’t.

“Oh, then, Xu An, could you tell me where you bought it?” Zhao Qian’s voice was cautious.

Xu An, remembering Zhao Qian’s kindness and the extra Purified Meat he had shared over the past couple of days, felt that saying “it’s inconvenient” would be too cold.

So he made up an excuse: “I stumbled upon it in the black market in the east of the city. There were only a few bottles and they’re all used up now.”

Xu An had decided that if the other party continued to ask who he had gotten it from, he would just pin the blame on Brother Liang, seeing as he had often bought strange and curious concoctions from him over the years.

But Zhao Qian just solemnly thanked him and hung up the call.

Xu An let out a sigh of relief.

Zhao Qian turned around and immediately disclosed the information he had acquired to Feng Lin.

Feng Lin tapped on the back of his chair, saying leisurely, “No rush, my nephew will have some days off soon, I’ll have him take a look for us.”

“Commander, just grant me some leave and I can go right now, why wait for your nephew?” offered Zhao Qian.

“Sure, how long do you want? One year or ten years? Shall I arrange your retirement procedures too?” Feng Lin spoke with an indifferent tone.

Zhao Qian’s face fell: “Never mind, then.”

Xu An glanced at the communications device. The message he had sent his sister the day before was still lying there silently, with no reply.

He couldn’t help but worry a bit.

Just as he was contemplating, the communicator rang again—it was his sister.

“Bro, when will you arrive?” As soon as the communication was connected, Qu Tong’s voice came through.

“I won’t arrive until tomorrow noon; I can’t accompany you to the opening ceremony.”

On the other side, Qu Tong crunched an apple without a care and said, “Why would I need you to accompany me? Just come find me after you’ve rested up when you arrive.”

“Sure,” Xu An didn’t refuse. After being on edge for half a month, he indeed needed a good sleep.

“By the way, I couldn’t find the cherry tree you asked for, but I heard from an upperclassman that there is one in our academy’s Botany Department’s garden, though it doesn’t bear fruit.”

“Got it, thanks,” he said.

Whether it bore fruit or not was irrelevant; he just needed a branch.

He just wasn’t sure if outsiders were allowed into their botanical garden.